Trauma on top of Trauma

June 2020

This is a poem I wrote about an experience with suicidal ideation. It's from a time when I was off my meds and in the midst of understanding the pain and suffering that had kept me trapped. It was a scary time. I am happy to be alive.

Desperate

Frantic

Manic

Knives

Wrist

Cries for help

Pictures

Texts

Phone calls

No response

No family

No safety

Police

"Wellness check"

No qualifications

Knock

Interrogate

Subdue

Cuffs

Cuts

Squad Car

Scrubs

No belt

No help

Trauma

On top of

Trauma